Spring Break Gang
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Spring Break Gang

Fun in the Sun – 1

Haven Moorcox




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College is the first time Stephanie has been away from home, and the innocent freshman is shocked when her roommate talks about going to Cancun for Spring Break. Not wanting to be left alone in the dorm while all her friends are off having fun, the sheltered co-ed decides it’s time to escape her rigid upbringing and take her first vacation as an independent woman.

Her fun in the sun is going to include getting her V-card punched…over and over and over, by six of the hottest guys she’s ever seen.

One thing’s for sure, sweet Stephanie’s life will never be the same after she’s had her every orifice filled to overflowing!


I could barely breathe, overwhelmed by the situation I’d gotten myself into. I instinctively looked for Marci, but now she was nowhere to be found.

I was all alone, letting a strange man fondle me while I sat on his lap and his friends studied me like I was the main course of a feast. Terrified, exhilarated, and more turned on than I’d ever been.

“Why don’t we take this somewhere else?” Rick suggested. “Manager’s already giving us the stink-eye over Jase and his slut.”

The woman in Jason’s lap gave him the finger without ever breaking her lip-lock with Jason, but Rick’s suggestion got everyone moving. Wads of cash were dropped on the table as if these guys didn’t have a care in the world…and maybe they didn’t. They were all hot and athletic, and probably had rich daddies footing the bill for their spring break extravagance.

And they wanted me. I could see it in their eyes, the hungry way they roved over my bare skin. It sent another thrill through my body, half fear and half raw sexual power.

We made our way down to the beach. Jason and the woman he was with broke off from the group, but I was the center of attention for six unbearably hot men who couldn’t seem to keep their hands off me. My skin was on fire from more than the heat of the late afternoon sun, every brush of contact making me hyper-aware of how little fabric separated me from them.